Is it really February since I last had something interesting to say?
No, but I’ve never been very good at those self-pitying posts full of pathos about not being able to run, so I thought I’d save you the pain of having to pretend to read them.
You see I’ve been injured. Really injured. “Don’t do anything fun” physio advice injured.
Back at the end of January I had an amazing weekend on a residential bootcamp and was looking forward to the sharp end of marathon training as the countdown to Brighton started…and then before I’d even had a chance to write up my weekend something went pop. It was during a circuits session, I was skipping around a sports hall and I felt it ping in my left ankle. Saw the physio a few days later and his advice was to stop all impact activity. That’s no running, no mountain biking, no pogo dancing, trampolining or base jumping…basically a cease and desist order on anything fun!
Needless to say I was devastated, remained devastated for a long time and was not in a good mood when it came to discussing running and exercise.
But now I’m fixed, kind of.
So I’m back, taking it very easy and with a horrific level of fitness and terrifying amount of weight to lose (inactivity during mini egg season is a recipe for disaster), but I’m moving again. The race diary is filling up again, the first 10k is less than a fortnight away, and the summer holds some big challenges so, if you’ll allow me, I’m looking forward to sharing this new phase of my running story with you.
It’s good to be back!